Remus shook his head. "I'll be fine, Sirius. I feel like it, don't think I'm going to actually be sick. Everything just feels all churned up, like when I was little and didn't quite understand what was happening." He chuckled softly. "But, yes, let's get through tonight. We can start a new 'discoveries' notebook like when we were working on the Map in the morning...afternoon." He was happy enough keeping the conversation focused on his own ailments after catching the shift in James' scent at the mention of Lily. It had been a thoughtless comment and the best apology he could think of that wouldn't belabour the issue was to let the subject move away from Harry's mother.
Still, his friends' presence, familiar even despite it's lack for the past couple years, was soothing and he found he could lay back on the pitch, hands folded behind his head without feeling too much anxiety...relatively. "I hope you know, I now have an image in my head of Sirius sitting down to Sunday dinner with cousin Bellatrix. I don't think that would have ended with the sort of family day off scenario Savannah is envisioning for Death Eaters."
Turning, his head, he grinned at Sirius. "I guess we're just stuck with each other." He turned to look at James. "All of us. Hogwarts says so."